"The gates of Antorus have been breached, champions of the Scourge, fight for your master!"
Lothar's reaction was extremely swift. Although he wasn't clear about the sudden burst of life energy, from the results, this sudden change had helped them turn the tide. He would absolutely not give up this easily gained opportunity.
Under Lothar's command, the soldiers of the Scourge erupted with even more ferocious power. The demons' defenses were already precarious under the undead's assault, and the previous life burst had thrown the demons into disarray. Under Lothar's dark command, dark energy forged the Scourge army into a sharp spear, and these creations born for war were attempting to plunge the spearhead deep into the heart of the Burning Legion.
The outer battle lines were nearly collapsing, but the situation inside the fortress was even worse for the demons.
By the time the demons figured out the source of this life energy, the demon technicians responsible for maintaining the teleportation network were frantically trying to shut down the portal that was continuously spewing forth life force.
Hazzabel cursed, "You useless, incompetent fools! Why haven't you shut down this damned portal yet?!"
A demon technician wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at the gushing portal, his voice dry, "The energy threshold should have exceeded the capacity of a normal portal, but… but…"
He didn't finish his sentence, but Hazzabel, who had dealt with portals for years, knew exactly what was happening in this situation.
The portal's load was not without limit. The stronger the energy or individual, the higher the strength of the portal it relied on. To control their ever-expanding territory and ensure the Legion's fleet could reach every corner of their domain, large portals were very sturdy, capable of transporting a large number of soldiers.
And the portal before them was a giant portal designed to capture the Titan Eonar. From its inception, it was designed to handle a large number of troops, so its capacity far exceeded that of a normal portal.
But now, this capacity, originally intended for transporting demon soldiers, was filled with gushing life energy. Wild life force surged from the other side of the portal like an unbridled wild horse.
Technicians who tried to approach the portal for manual shutdown almost instantly grew various strange plants and fungi all over their bodies the moment they touched the life force. Not even fel could burn them away; instead, these demons collapsed first amidst the green tide, becoming new nutrients.
The danger of chaotic life energy was comparable to the most violent fel. Anything that approached these energies would be instantly engulfed by the wild life, becoming part of this life domain.
In the past, when encountering planets where life force grew chaotically, even demons avoided them, because on such planets, harmless flora, fauna, and even fungi would become deadly threats, and excessive life force could even cause the planet's own vitality to be drained by the organisms on it.
Long before the first civilization composed of what could be called intelligent beings, the entire planet's ecosystem would go from prosperity to decline. When the last trace of nutrients on the planet was squeezed dry, the wild life on the planet would also lose its foundation, until all organisms gradually withered, and the planet itself became a barren dead star.
Even demons considered such planets worthless; they were the final frenzy of an out-of-control ecosystem. If one didn't want to be swallowed by forests or fungal seas, it was best to stay far away from such planets.
But now, if it wasn't stopped, Antorus might turn into a similar situation. Hazzabel didn't want Sargeras to look down and find the Antoran Wastes transformed into a sea of trees.
Thinking of this, Hazzabel disregarded the dangers that might arise from unauthorized operations. Her hands ignited with fel energy. Just as she used to manipulate the teleportation networks of countless worlds, Hazzabel attempted to sever the portal's connections in the most direct and violent way.
fel, shaped by Hazzabel, became a powerful iron pincer, forcibly cutting the magical conduits connected to the teleportation network. But with each severed conduit, space itself fractured a little, and chaotic energy filled most of the teleportation hall. The shattered space could easily destroy the strongest metals, let alone the flesh of demons.
Seeing their superior begin to dismantle the portal in such a violent manner, the demon technicians were terrified. Regardless of whether Hazzabel would settle accounts later, they fled in all directions, scrambling to escape the teleportation hall that was about to become a death trap.
However, these technicians, whose strength was not outstanding, had earned a fate of not being cannon fodder in the Legion through their intellect and skills. Now, their skills and intellect were clearly unable to help them survive this chaotic spatial storm.
After being twisted by Hazzabel's magic, the portal did indeed begin to collapse, and the life tide also showed signs of receding. But this didn't mean the hall they were in became safe. The collapsing portal itself was a bomb that could explode at any moment, not to mention the immense damage this collapse process would cause.
Weaker demons were directly pulled into the center of the storm by the collapsing portal's gravity. The gradually disintegrating portal was like a surging vortex, violently pulling everything visible into its maw, and it was never satisfied.
Hazzabel, relying on her powerful strength, resisted the portal's gravity. She had served the Legion for tens of thousands of years, and she had handled similar crises before.
Watching the portal gradually collapse, she actually breathed a sigh of relief. At least by this method, she could interrupt the portal's operation. Then, as long as the source of this life force was cut off, these rootless life energies would eventually wither on their own after raging for a while.
However, Hazzabel, focused on guiding the fel, completely failed to notice that the ground beneath her feet was already covered by a green "carpet," and an inconspicuous seedling was winding its way up her ankle, gradually coiling around her calf.
When the itching sensation from her leg traveled along her nerves to her brain, Hazzabel finally realized something was wrong. She quickly looked down, only to find that her entire lower body was already completely wrapped in unknown green plants.
But why hadn't she noticed such an obvious anomaly at all?!
The demons around her had long been dragged into the spatial rifts by the portal, so there was no one to warn her. When Hazzabel tried to remove the plants clinging to her, she was shocked to find that her vision began to blur, and her reactions became sluggish.
This is bad… these plants are secreting neurotoxins… By the time Hazzabel finally understood why she only noticed when the plants had almost covered her lower body, it was already too late. The green growth, like vines and fungi, was frantically injecting toxins into her body, paralyzing her senses.
This was not from anyone's command, but the instinctive defense and stress response of organisms facing a crisis. Hazzabel's act of destroying the portal was perceived as a dangerous signal by these life forms, and now they were taking corresponding measures.
Hazzabel could only watch helplessly as she was enveloped by these plants, until everything before her eyes was obscured by an endless green, and even her consciousness gradually faded.
And because of this, she lost the magical sustainment to resist the spatial storm. Hazzabel's body was predictably pulled by the collapsing portal, and the green vegetation was also swallowed by the suction. The entire hall's "carpet" rolled back into the center of the portal, like a giant green tongue, pulling its prey back into its mouth.
Accompanied by a crisp shattering sound, the massive chaotic energy within Hazzabel interacted with the portal, and dangerous bursting rays completely destroyed the entire teleportation hall. After an intensely bright flash of fel, everything returned to silence.